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Okay I know this is a very short chapter, and I am sorry. I have a lot going on with midterms and such. but I should be a lot less busy by Wednesday, so I should have a chapter up then, maybe Thursday.
A large group was standing on the cold hard ground. They all had the same type of thoughts running through their heads. 'It's such a shame I feel so bad for them' 'WHY!? How could you do this he didn't deserve to die' 'He was only four He didn't get to do anything. You aren't supposed to die at four!' 'I have to be there for them, god I can't even imagine what they are going through. I wouldn't know what to do if I lost Isobel.'
Max and Logan were standing in the front of every one. They were standing next to each other, but not touching. It was the first time since they had met where they didn't really want to touch each other. Like to touch someone they loved now, it would be wrong. It would feel good and it would feel comforting, and to feel either of those emotions wouldn't be right. Somehow it felt like it wasn't fair to him to feel comforted in any way.
It was bitterly cold and dead out, the weather fit the mood of the people. They were all huddled together some crying some holding each other. A coffin was being slowly lowered into the ground. Such a small coffin. No one looked anyone else in the eyes. They wanted to comfort each other. And if they looked someone in the eyes they knew they would both see the pain there. And there was already to much pain, they didn't need to see anymore. He was so wonderful and happy and full of life. And now he was being put in the ground it didn't make any sense. No one knew what to do. So they just stood and watched as they lowered Xavier into the ground.
But afterwards Logan he knew what to do. He was the one who said it was nothing. He was the one who told Max not to worry. Now his son was dead because of him. And he couldn't live with that. He didn't deserve to live. So after the funeral he went to the space needle. He went to the top like Max used to do to think. He started to walk down towards the edge. He was standing on the edge now all it would take is one more step. He then walked backwards a few steps, before running forward. He dove off the edge of the space needle. He couldn't live with it so he simply wouldn't live. Max woke up suddenly. It was late and she was alone. Something was wrong, she knew something was wrong, not just the thing with Xavier something else was wrong she could feel it. She got up and looked around. She walked into the dining room and saw a note on the table. She started crying part of her knowing what it said before she read it.
Max, I am sorry. Tell Xander that I love him and that I am sorry, but that I had to go. I told you before to never doubt it, that is still true. I love you, I will always love you, this doesn't change that.
Love, Logan
Max fell to the ground she cried until there were no tears left. Krit woke up looking around frantically. He was so scared he didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that there was something wrong. He looked at the calendar it was November 5th. 'It was a dream all of it was just a dream. Xavier was alive, and so was Logan. I saw them this morning I was there for brunch. It was just a dream, it is ok.' He thought to himself relieved. But he still had this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he knew something was horribly wrong. He got out of bed and went into Isobel's room. He picked her up gently. "Issy I am really sorry to do this but we have to go see Max and Logan now."
Yes I know that not much really happened in this chapter, but please review anyway. I live for reviews. I know how I plan to end this thing but if you have any suggestions for what you would like to see happen in this piece let me know either review or write to me at lollgmarola@hotmail.com.
Okay I know this is a very short chapter, and I am sorry. I have a lot going on with midterms and such. but I should be a lot less busy by Wednesday, so I should have a chapter up then, maybe Thursday.
A large group was standing on the cold hard ground. They all had the same type of thoughts running through their heads. 'It's such a shame I feel so bad for them' 'WHY!? How could you do this he didn't deserve to die' 'He was only four He didn't get to do anything. You aren't supposed to die at four!' 'I have to be there for them, god I can't even imagine what they are going through. I wouldn't know what to do if I lost Isobel.'
Max and Logan were standing in the front of every one. They were standing next to each other, but not touching. It was the first time since they had met where they didn't really want to touch each other. Like to touch someone they loved now, it would be wrong. It would feel good and it would feel comforting, and to feel either of those emotions wouldn't be right. Somehow it felt like it wasn't fair to him to feel comforted in any way.
It was bitterly cold and dead out, the weather fit the mood of the people. They were all huddled together some crying some holding each other. A coffin was being slowly lowered into the ground. Such a small coffin. No one looked anyone else in the eyes. They wanted to comfort each other. And if they looked someone in the eyes they knew they would both see the pain there. And there was already to much pain, they didn't need to see anymore. He was so wonderful and happy and full of life. And now he was being put in the ground it didn't make any sense. No one knew what to do. So they just stood and watched as they lowered Xavier into the ground.
But afterwards Logan he knew what to do. He was the one who said it was nothing. He was the one who told Max not to worry. Now his son was dead because of him. And he couldn't live with that. He didn't deserve to live. So after the funeral he went to the space needle. He went to the top like Max used to do to think. He started to walk down towards the edge. He was standing on the edge now all it would take is one more step. He then walked backwards a few steps, before running forward. He dove off the edge of the space needle. He couldn't live with it so he simply wouldn't live. Max woke up suddenly. It was late and she was alone. Something was wrong, she knew something was wrong, not just the thing with Xavier something else was wrong she could feel it. She got up and looked around. She walked into the dining room and saw a note on the table. She started crying part of her knowing what it said before she read it.
Max, I am sorry. Tell Xander that I love him and that I am sorry, but that I had to go. I told you before to never doubt it, that is still true. I love you, I will always love you, this doesn't change that.
Love, Logan
Max fell to the ground she cried until there were no tears left. Krit woke up looking around frantically. He was so scared he didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that there was something wrong. He looked at the calendar it was November 5th. 'It was a dream all of it was just a dream. Xavier was alive, and so was Logan. I saw them this morning I was there for brunch. It was just a dream, it is ok.' He thought to himself relieved. But he still had this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he knew something was horribly wrong. He got out of bed and went into Isobel's room. He picked her up gently. "Issy I am really sorry to do this but we have to go see Max and Logan now."
Yes I know that not much really happened in this chapter, but please review anyway. I live for reviews. I know how I plan to end this thing but if you have any suggestions for what you would like to see happen in this piece let me know either review or write to me at lollgmarola@hotmail.com.